Marvel's strongest warden

Chapter 169 Visit by Gartler

Gatler's visit always catches people off guard. Even Mason never imagined that he would meet this famous boy at twelve o'clock at night.

Ward stood on top of the tall building, holding a light stick in his hand as a guide, and let Gartler's helicopter land safely from the top of the building.

He came alone, and he seems to be in a bad mood lately.

His face was pale, as if he had lost too much blood, and even his body smelled like blood.

"Oh, Gartler, looking at you like this, is the end of time approaching?

So if you die, can you leave Ward with me? "

After Mason received the notification, he came to his office in his pajamas and saw Gartler sitting in Mason's office with the lights off.

Seeing Mason walk in, Gartler coughed twice, and black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Stop kidding, Mason.

I was hunted down by the Ten Rings gang, and this group of bastards also had people in the Middle East. Several of my safe houses were taken away, and the agents who followed me suffered heavy casualties. That old bastard is crazy, is he going to war with the whole world?

Also, they won't let you go, you're in danger too, Mason! "

Gatler also had lingering fears. He thought highly of himself. He didn't take the Ten Rings Gang seriously, so he decided to kill Nanlai to appease Mason's anger. He didn't regret it at all!
But the reality gave him a slap in the face. Several fifth-level agents he brought died tragically in the safe house, and even the backbone of the Hydra he brought was beaten into a sieve!
This time when he came back, he didn't tell anyone except Ward, not even Mason, the host.

Looking at Gartler, who was in a bit of a mess and was seriously injured, Mason made a gesture with both hands that Gartler couldn't understand, as if he was helpless and speechless.

He took out a small glass vessel from himself, took out a large beer mug, poured warm water on it, and diluted the green potion in the clear glass into the beer mug.

"Drink it, Gartler, I don't want you to die here now, so today you broke into my territory without permission, I can let you go.

But Ward can't. Fortunately, he is a young man, and he still has a long way to go.

So he can't let him be hurt in the future because of his unruly thinking because of your old-fashioned arrogant thoughts. "

As an agent, Gartler would not drink something that obviously looked wrong. After hearing Mason's words, he noticed something, raised his head and asked, "What are you going to do to him?"

Hearing Gartler's questioning, Mason said indifferently: "Isn't that what you guys often do? What does pain bring? Gartler, I remember that pain brings obedience, right?"

Mason listened attentively, as if asking Gartler what he thought, and Gartler gritted his teeth and said, "That's mine, Mason."

"I know, so I used your method, didn't you, Gartler, don't pretend that you care about him, be sincere, Gartler, we all know that he regards you as a father and will never betray.

But what do you take him for?

It's nothing more than a useful tool. Isn't it good to face up to your own heart, sir?

Also, you should be thankful that you are still useful to me, otherwise, you would have died when you pried open the door of my office! "

While they were talking, Ward, who was standing guard outside the door, saw someone waving at him at the corner of the stairs, and he seemed familiar.

Is it a nurse who usually talks to him?
Ward frowned, he didn't want others to see Gartler appear here.

In fact, he would have even killed the poor Russian orderly if he hadn't been in Mason's nursing home.

Seeing him calling himself, Ward hesitated for a moment, but chose to walk over, but seeing Frank coming out from behind the strong Russian man, Ward's expression froze.

"It's all work, I think you'll understand me."

It wasn't Frank who was talking. He liked to be direct and didn't like to talk.

The one who spoke was the imitation master. He sat on the top of the stairs, found two boxing gloves from somewhere and put them on for himself, and said, "He promised me a lot of good things. The important thing is that he had sex with this one-eyed dragon just now." battle.

I've just finished warming up and I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable.

So, I can only wrong you.

Don't worry, I'm business-like and won't bring personal emotions. "

"son of b..."

Before Ward could finish his words, Frank stomped on the ground, twisted his waist, and swung his arms to drive his fist. Ward lowered his body and dodged the punch, and was kicked on the chest by the imitation master.

"The villainous boss said that he didn't like your behavior of turning yourself into a customer and treating yourself as the owner of this place.

Doing this now is just to teach you a lesson, and next time, you will get his gift.

You will have eternal life. "

The understatement came out of the mouth of the master imitator, and Ward couldn't care less about answering the words at this time. Frank punched him hard under the eyebrows, feet, and eye sockets, causing the corners of his eyes to be covered with blood. Clear the road ahead.

And in the office separated by a wall, Gatler's curse words were exactly the same as the Ward he had cultivated.

The only difference is that Ward could still say of, and Gartler was interrupted by Mason's punch without even saying it to his son.

"As writers and parents, we should set an example for our children, shouldn't we? First of all, we must tell our children that it is not good to speak swear words.

In addition, it is not allowed to invite others to come to your home without the permission of the owner. "

Gartler was a little dizzy from the punch, he rubbed his thumb against the corner of his mouth, put his thumb on his hand, sniffed it, and said, "Does your punch really hurt him.

Are you warning me? "

"Yes."

Mason roughly pinched Gartler's chin and poured the medicine into his mouth. Gartler retched for a while, but he didn't spit out anything.

The smell of this thing is really unpleasant, as if the chlorophyll, berberine and chili are boiled.

After this thing was ingested, it would make people vomit physiologically. Just as Gartler covered his neck and retched, Mason sat back on his office chair again.

"What did you feed me?"

He asked, and Mason glanced at him and said, "A compound drug that can prolong your life, at least for now. Of course, you should know the side effects."

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but Gartler really feels a lot more relaxed.

It's just that his body started to itch. He looked down at his body and found that small red pimples began to grow densely on his body, which seemed to be allergic urticaria.

"Damn it, what the hell are you doing?"

He glared at himself, and put his hands on his waist. There should be a loaded M9 there, but when he touched his waist, he saw Mason playing with a M9.

"When did you take this thing?"

Gartler endured the itching on his body and asked, Mason put the gun in front of his eyes and said, "Gartler, I think we can talk calmly now, are you right?"

Gartler felt that apart from the urticaria, his organs were extremely relaxed. He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and asked: "I think so, now, we can Let's start this conversation."

(End of this chapter)